Terminus E Magnum Opus
Those naive souls,
__Architects of dreams,
____Idealistic as they were,
Built a giant snowman,
__With coins for eyes,
____Frozen below the weathered colors
That tattered in the whipping wind,
__Like all the others on
____That famous fathers line,
For everything has its time,
__And so the head went first,
____As though the heat were
An atmospheric Psychiatrist
__Over analyzing its issues
____Until it shrunk into non-existence.
The bloated body went next
__Under the constant bombardment
____Of rain that fell,
Like ridicules from heaven,
__Until the anorexic frame sadly
____Pooled into muddled remains,
Leaving behind that distant
__Murky reflection -
____Of America.
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